Nanki-Guilty

TRIGGER WARNING
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Nanki-Guilty
//Why is the wound still open ?.
Just like yesterday 
The day before that and so on
The dynamics of power and pain ,
I rub salt in it 
Now and then 
Just to keep the wound and pain there 
Afraid what if it fades 
And your hands starts rubbing my body 
up and down 
To show your power 
Over someone fragile.
My nerves curve having a sight of you 
Near me , a bit too close 
For my liking ,
You hush me saying I'm a troubled child 
To have such creativity something is wrong in my brain 
You say I exaggerate cause that's how I write 
But why don't you talk about that night 
When I remained still as a statue 
Scared about to be broken 
In the hands of the vile 
Screaming and thrashing to stop the pain, 
While you sabatoged me
Leaving me to pick the remains 
Ordering me to keep it a secret 
Our secret 
About how I turned out to be the emotionless child
It still haunts ,
To see my 13 year old self 
In the mirror , begging to be 
Released from my own prison 
What should I answer her ?
When the key is the wound 
I oblige from healing
Until I get justice 
For me and my sisters 
In this country 
Ruled by money , fame and victim shaming.//🥀
-Rishali Richard.

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